**Diary Entry**
Kicked out by my husbandyears later, I realised it was the best thing that couldve happened. When he threw me onto the street, I didnt want to live. Only with time did I understand it was the greatest blessing.
I married for love and never imagined the trials ahead. After our daughter was born, I gained twenty pounds, and from then on, my life became unrecognisable.
He turned cruel, calling me a “cow” and “pig,” as if I were no longer a woman. Hed compare me to his mates wives, saying they looked perfect while Id become an animal. The words cut deep. Later, I learned of his young mistresshe didnt even hide her. Hed chat with her on the phone, texting openly, while my daughter and I faded into the background.
I cried myself to sleep, with no one to confide in. An orphan, no family, and my friends drifted away after the wedding. He grew bolder, raising his hand to me. Our daughters nighttime cries enraged himhed shout at me to silence her, threatening to throw us out.
Ill never forget that evening. He came home from work and told me to leave. It was nearly midnight, snowing. With one bag and my daughter in my arms, I stood in the courtyard, lost. He wouldnt even let me pack. As I tried to process it, a taxi pulled uphis mistress stepped out with a suitcase and walked into *our* flat. All I had were a few pounds in my pocket.
My only hope was the hospital where Id once worked. Luck was with mea nurse I knew was on duty and let us stay the night.
The next morning, I pawned my mothers gold cross, my wedding earrings, and my ring. I found an ad from an elderly widow, Mrs. Whitmore, renting a room on the outskirts of London. She became family. Looking after my daughter, she gave me the chance to find work.
With no qualifications, I packed meat in a factory and scrubbed stairwells at night. Then I met Eleanor, whose homes I cleaned. She offered me a job as an admin in her firm with decent pay. Because of her, I went to university, graduated, and became a solicitor.
Now my daughters at Cambridge, weve a three-bed flat in Chelsea, a car, and holiday abroad several times a year. My law practice thrives, and Im grateful fate had my husband cast me outelse Id never have achieved this.
Recently, my daughter and I decided to buy land near Surrey for a cottage. We found the perfect spot. Imagine my shock when the door openedthere stood my ex, drunk, paunchy, and in debt, his once-slim mistress now heavy behind him. They were selling the house. We stood in silence before I called my daughter and drove away.
Mrs. Whitmores still in our liveswe visit often, bring gifts, help where we can. Ill never forget her kindness. And Eleanor? She gave me the courage to believe in myself. Sometimes lifes hardest shove sets you on the right path.
